Minggu, 16 Januari 2011

Water Flow: a poem for a sincerely man


WATER FLOW
Water flow from high to lowlands
Pure and holy
Flows with certain dreams
To write their own story freely

They don’t know at all
The world will change night
Turn the direction of each of all
To separate them in their own fight

 Flow may take the longer one
The others take the shorter one
Which one is better? None
In the end, they will meet in ocean


By: Arta Dhana

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